A good martial art is worth a thousand gold.

Ancient martial arts are definitely rare nowadays, and they can’t buy them even if they give them hundreds of billions of dollars.

"This idea is good." Chen Jiu nodded.

"Did you agree?" The flying sword paused.

It was this time that Chen Jiu suddenly hit his fist, as if he had crossed time and space, and instantly knocked the flying sword away.

Looking at the monk Yin Shen below, Chen Jiu smiled coldly: "Roar".

A roar, with a strong blood and energy, instantly dispersed the Yin Shen roar present, like melting ice and snow.

"So amazing" the studs below said secretly.

"Is this the power of a warrior in the realm of magical power?" The female bodyguard's eyes were blurred.

"Hahahaha, so amazing, such a young man, I don't know which young talent it is." A voice came from afar, originally several miles away, but after the words were finished, it came to everyone.

He had black hair, a black line on the forehead and eyebrows, and his face was old, but his hands were very white and tender, which was a little better than the baby's hands.

The contrast between the old and the young makes people feel very strange.

"I am a ghost hand and I am the elder of Fang Xiandao."

Chen Jiu frowned: "Are you a monk Fang Xiandao?"

"good".

"Which group of monks had been there before?"

"That's not our people, it's just a bunch of idiots."

Chen Jiu nodded: "You actually came here. Do you think the monks can fight the warriors in close combat?"

The old man shook his head and said extremely seriously: "It's hard to say. The monk not only has Yin God, but also has magic power. The real monk's magic power is not weaker than the martial artist's physical combat power."

"You are the only one?".

The old man shook his head and then clapped his hands: "Since Mr. Chen Jiu wants to see you, let's come out to meet you."

As soon as the words fell, light flashed in the sky, and it turned out to be the Yin God and Dharma Image.

Judging from the Yin God and Dharma appearance, it is equivalent to a thousand people.

"Young Master Chen is a talented man of a generation. Naturally, he should know that those who know the times are heroes," said the old man.

Chen Jiu shook his head: "I haven't done anything but a victory or defeat."

"Yes, although Mr. Chen has just made a breakthrough, his strength and background are very strong. It is normal not to take us, the weak, the sick and the disabled, into consideration."

"If you don't try it, how can you say the winner or lose?

"It seems that the young master is still too confident. He doesn't take us seriously," said the old man.

"You look annoying and verbose."

"Yes, I don't think so," said the old man.

A smile appeared at the corner of Chen Jiu's mouth, but this smile revealed an unprecedented murderous intent.

"Yes, but I don't mind you talking a few more words."

"Why?" the old man said curiously.

"Because soon, you are a dead person. The dead person will not speak again, nor will I feel bored." Chen Jiu carried his hands on his back.

Below, a group of corpses held the weapons in their hands tightly. Although they had expected the danger to occur, they did not expect the danger to be so fast.

The female bodyguard's eyes flashed through the stars: "So cool".

The old man laughed, without any fireworks: "Yes, you are so confident that the person who dies must be me."

Chen Jiu's hand shot downwards, and four drops of water fell into his palm.

"Chen Jiu, the technique you used just now is an ancient technique." The old man suddenly changed the subject.

Chen Jiu nodded: "Not bad."

"Then you have good luck, but it's not surprising that Qingyang Academy has such a foundation," said the old man.

"Why, do you want to use this martial arts too?"

"Let's make a bet," said the old man.

"What bet?" Chen Jiu said.

"I'll use this to bet on your martial arts." The old man took out a piece of animal skin from his arms.

Chen Jiu looked at the animal skin, and the aura on it was longer than the aura of bull power.

"What's this?".

"I don't know either," the old man sighed.

"I don't know?" Chen Jiu was stunned.

"I really don't know, and this animal skin is only half."

"If I kill you, these things are mine. Why should I bet with you?" Chen Jiu smiled coldly.

The old man nodded: "Yes, I just don't know if you copied the copy of Mangniu Jin on your body."

Chen Jiu did not answer, but asked: "How many times did you Fang Xiandao organize the pursuit?"

"I will be able to keep you this time." The old man took the skin back into his arms.

"I understand," Chen Jiudao.

"Then let's fight. The winner is the king," said the old man.

Chen Jiu nodded: "Fight".

The old man slowly took off the crutch behind him and suddenly pointed it out towards Chen Jiu. The crutch seemed slow, but it was almost at its peak.

"So you have reached this level too." Chen Jiu stretched out his right hand, just like the old man's movements. He was extremely slow.

"Bang" Chen Jiu's body trembled for the first blow, and Chen Jiu and the old man took three steps back together on the second blow.

The sound of shouting and killing soared into the sky, and Chen Jiu stared at the old man cautiously: "Yes, the magic power of the monk can compete with the warrior's combat body."

"Come again" Chen Jiu's violent energy was used again.

An illusory bull ran towards the old man with an ancient aura in an instant, and instantly raised his right hooves in front of the old man.

"The trampled on the bull".

The old man's stick in his hand was also a treasure, which instantly stood above his head, holding back the bull's kick.

The old man bent his cane and then used force, and the bent part rebounded instantly, and the bull disappeared invisible.

The old man flicked the crutch: "The ancient martial arts are really extraordinary."

The old man had a flying cane and attacked Chen Jiu again.

Chen Jiu raised his right foot gently, flew out into the air, and then instantly landed on the cane that was attacking.

The old man bounced the crutch, and the crutch bent instantly, bounced Chen Jiu away.

"Roar" Mangniu roared again, Chen Jiu's body was upside down, and he was pressing towards the old man like a mountain pressing down on the top of the head.

The old man flew out instantly with his stick, his energy restrained, and he held Chen Jiu's palm from afar.

Chen Jiu is above, the old man is below, and the cane is in the middle.

Chen Jiu's blood was boiling, like a little sun.

The old man's body was full of colors and his magic power was at its peak.

"Pa" Chen Jiu flew around, and without waiting for the old man to change his posture, he palmed down again and held the crutch.

A black light flashed by, and the whole crutch instantly turned into powder, and the old man instantly retreated to a big tree.

The black light made the old man's heart palpitations and a threat of death.

The crutches that had been with him for countless years disappeared from the world, and the old man's heart was bleeding.

Chen Jiu slowly landed from the air on a top of a tree.

"What kind of martial arts is this?" the old man asked.

Chen Jiu knew that he was referring to the black lightning, but Chen Jiu didn't want to say it. In fact, he also had a question in his heart: "Why can you fight a warrior with your physical magic power, while the previous cultivator who entered the realm was weak in physical condition."

The old man looked at Chen Jiu deeply: "The real major forces have their own ancient martial arts. Ancient monks can pick the moon with stars, which is not inferior to warriors. Don't you feel strange?"

Chen Jiu did not answer and quietly waited for the old man to read: "The monks can also use the energy of heaven and earth to temper their bodies, otherwise the soul will become stronger and stronger. How can the physical body withstand it? Nowadays, the monks have given up tempering their physical body. Why?, because,,,,,."

The old man stopped talking about this, but looked at Chen Jiu.

Chen Jiu nodded: "I understand that the reason why monks can compete with warriors is because their magic power, magic power, and magic power of heaven and earth are blessed by the power of heaven and earth every move. Over time, the physical body will naturally become stronger. But what can really make you compete with warriors is not the physical body, but the magic power."

The old man was stunned and then said, "I really admire you, you can guess this."

The old man misled himself before and said that the power of heaven and earth tempered his body, but Chen Jiuyi heard that it was wrong.

"What is magic power?" Chen Jiu said in confusion.

"You have already said that the power of Dharma heaven and earth is magic power."

Chen Jiu nodded: "You don't want to tell me, I will know the truth one day. Let's continue fighting now."

The old man glanced at Chen Jiu: "Aren't you going to solve my doubts?"

"Do you think I'm a fool? Will you tell your opponent your trump card?" Chen Jiu said sarcastically.

The old man wanted to shake his head: "It's okay, wait until I capture you, I'm not afraid of you not telling me."

"It depends on your ability." Chen Jiu smiled evilly.
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